"What?"
Zhao Yuhua's eyes were filled with astonishment. How could this be possible? A single person had sent four skilled fighters flying? What on earth was happening?
Boom.
Before Zhao Yuhua could react, Ye Xiaofei grabbed his hair and struck him hard with a fist, fiercely demanding, "Why do you want to kill me?"
"Brothers, hack him to death," Zhao Yuhua said, his expression filled with panic; his eyes narrowed.
Ye Xiaofei swiftly turned around and faced the four men, throwing swift punches again.
Swish.
In the instant that Ye Xiaofei turned around, Zhao Yuhua immediately pulled out a dagger and viciously stabbed it into Ye Xiaofei's chest.
Ye Xiaofei only felt a pain in his abdomen, and looking down, he saw blood gushing out profusely.
"Want to know why I'm killing you, heh heh, go ask King Yama," Zhao Yuhua laughed heartily, his eyes revealing a smug and triumphal grin.
